Life Reflected

This Friday Fictioneering is an addictive thing, miss one week and I feel dreadful. I have been trying to organise my time so I can do more writing -no, I am serious – and so far it has worked. Both last week and this I have managed to post something BEFORE Friday, very happy about that.

For those who are not yet aware and wondering what on earth I am blabbering on about, Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the one and only Rochelle you can read the rules on her post, then join us in our addiction. The photograph this week comes courtesy of the lovely Janet Webb

Copyright Janet Webb

Copyright Janet Webb

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

Life Reflected

The sky is a glorious palette of colour; the pale fluffy clouds, almost touching the treetops are tinged with a warm apricot blush. As the sun dips below the horizon, a deep orange glow spreads outwards, filling my room.

Birds are winging their way home, returning to safety in the thick branches of the tall oaks; their freedom strengthens my resolve.

My eyes focus on the reflection in the window and I smile. I’m not the frail old woman I see there, I am strong. I am ready now to find Jack and tell him why I couldn’t meet him.

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PS  Something seemed to go wrong with WP apologies if you just got the background picture when i hit publish the first time.  Hopefully sorted out now.


42 thoughts on “Life Reflected

    • Thanks Janet, yes sometimes it’s a shock when I see my reflection, not the one I carry in my head!
      They have a lot to sort out, I think they’ll make it
      Thanks for reading


    • Dear Rochelle

      I know, it’s amazing how that happens!

      It’s not too late for them. This is part of a draft from what will hopefully be a novel one day. It’s long story and there is a long way to go yet, hopefully they will make it.

      Take care



  1. The imagery you’ve given us here is extraordinary, Dee. And the poignancy of her coming to a moment of action after all these years grabs the heart and holds it suspended — since we don’t know for sure what will happen. Perhaps you’ll give us a sequel??????


  2. Birds are winging their way home, returning to safety in the thick branches of the tall oaks; their freedom strengthens my resolve.

    May “their” love wing its way home (for I feel it is a lost love we’re talking about) and find safety in their strength. Good story of hope.


  3. Dee, It’s usually never to late to resolve differences. It’s up to the individual person to decide that. They can at least try as long as they are fairly sure it won’t cause further injury. Well written. 🙂 —Susan


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